Which Shameless Came First Novels & Stories

A cheater, a gold digger, a shameless whore. A wave of disgust swept over me, witnessing her shameless display. Each exposed inch seemed to amplify the betrayal, a stark reminder of her disregard for any semblance of decency. She wasn't just tarnishing herself; she was sullying the very essence of trust and commitment. Anger boiled within me, fueled by the blatant disrespect of love, only after money, and acting shamelessly. A total disgrace. I couldn't stand her, playing games for her own benefit, using people like that. Just downright awful.

Sarah’s POV "She really came to this place?" "Wow, that woman is really amazing. She's really shameless." I clasped Ethan's hand even tighter. I tried to hide my nervousness and threw a smile at Ethan, who turned to look at me "Shame?" the laughter on the other end scoffed. Shame is only for those who have pride. Isn't it obvious he doesn't have it? Can't you see it clearly?" "You're right. That woman is a disgrace."

Sitting on the sofa while trying to watch the wrestling match, Michael couldn't resist looking at Vera from time to time when she stood up to get him a drink, ' she is irresistibly beautiful' he thought, the top and shorts she was putting on emphasized her shape, that was how Sophia looked when he met her seven years ago. Vera returned to the living room few minutes later and handed over to him a glass of champagne, she sat down across Michael, her legs crossed on each other, Michael eyes strayed to her long slender legs, and he noticed the silver chain around her left ankle, he could see the smoothness of her skin, with those slender legs wrapped around his waist as he pound his cock inside

"That bitch! How dare she humiliate you like that!" I opened my phone and went to our pack's internal social media platform. Pinned to the top of the feed was a photo of me, wearing the humiliating brand. The photo was crystal clear, capturing my shame from every angle. The caption was even more vicious: "Look at our 'noble princess'! Turns out pure-blood Alphas aren't so special after all. Can't even take a little joke. What a delicate little doll. But what can you expect from a pretty face with no sense of humor?"

Shameless. I paused, pressing my ear against her door—maybe I shouldn’t have, but curiosity burned hotter than shame. The door creaked open slightly as I leaned forward. The moaning grew louder. Not in the room. The bathroom. I stepped in. My hand pushed the bathroom door open— And my heart stopped. My jaw hung open. “What the f—”

According to G****e, a walk of shame is, "an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned casual sexual encounter, typically dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening." That's interesting considering I am wearing the same clothes and yet, nobody has ravaged the hell out of my pussy. So why in the hell does this feel like a walk of shame, me, out here on a dark, but warm New York night? Surely, it's not because I had sex. No. I definitely did not do that.

“Where did you get this, Leila?” “I got it from his room.” “But why only now?” “It seems that you had this for so long already… Why did you only reveal this now?” Leila’s lips thinned, unable to utter a word. A feeling of nervousness crept up in her chest. No—it was not nervousness, it was feelings of shame. She was ashamed, unable to admit her past mistakes. “I found out about it before I became a senior in high school. I took photos and videos because I was finally able to confirm that I was not the slut that his family made me to be.”

"This is a memento from you. How could I let it disappear so easily?" Emily pushed him. "You've become so shameless. When I first met you, you weren't like this." When she first met him, he was a powerful and mysterious figure. Now, he was like a big puppy, always ready to say something that made her blush. Mr. Satan chuckled and started the car. "You've changed too. When we first met at the Hilton, you were a timid little kitten. Now, your claws are very sharp." Mr. Satan was hinting at something.

But as the realization sank in, their astonishment transformed into joy, though it was quickly overshadowed by a profound sense of shame. Even without a single word spoken, I could read the expressions on their faces with absolute clarity. Shame hung heavy in the air as they grappled with the realization of how they had mistreated and inflicted immense pain upon their true Alpha. Among them, Allan, Vanessa, and Lisa wore the most conspicuous looks of guilt and remorse.

“Shamus was my first kiss and had the bonus appeal of an Irish accent.” “Holy shit, Hana! I never would have thought you’d be a player.” Pam laughed, eyes still focused on the picture of Shamus. “You wouldn’t happen to have shirtless or nudes of the trio, would you?” I laughed, shaking my head as I took the phone back. “I do not have nudes, and if I did, I wouldn’t share them. However, we all attended the same martial arts class, so I have shirtless pics, I’m sure.”